Authors relativly useless note: Sorry about the HUUUUUUUUUGE wait. My
machine died *sniff sniff*. LET THE KAWAINESS CONTIUES!!!!!
Chapter XV: Decisive mistakes.
Vincent was once again dragged into a stumbling walk beside Yuffie, who had checked her regard for Vincent at the Cabaret. His boots clinked silently on the pavement as he franticly struggled to keep from falling. He glanced hopefully at Yuffie.
"Where are we going?"
"'Round in circles, I think."
Vincent thought about this. It suddenly struck him as VERY wrong.
"Err. can we pick one direction keep going there?"
Yuffie snorted.
"Gawd no, what fun would that be?" She giggled. "We might get something done, wouldn't we?"
Vincent, with his one-track mind, didn't quite get this. To avoid embarrassment he merely sighed.
He was suddenly jerked into a shop called "Suits", which had an ace card as a logo. Yuffie immediately set off to raid the store with a mischievous grin from ear to ear. Vincent regarded the store with a strange interest. He hadn't been in a clothe shop for. A very long time.
His crimson eyes prowled the shelves for something that he liked. He was tempted to sneer at what he saw. Very tempted.
Until he realized that he was in the teenager section.
He nearly ran away in anticipation of how he would be harassed by Yuffie.
He roamed aimlessly around the store in hope of finding something from his general era. The woman's section lay ominously close to where he stood. He saw a elderly man shuffle past him. After a short mental discussion with imaginary self's he decided to follow him. Better to follow someone who knows where he's going.
The scarlet cape swirled as Vincent prowled after relic of a man. Vincent couldn't help but wonder at his age. Sixty? Sixty-five? My age at the least, he thought. From there his mind wandered to Hojo. This time he DID sneer. Hatefully.
While he was caught up in his own thoughts, the old man turned sharply to the right. Vincent continued walking straight forward. A pillar "magically" appeared in front of him.
Caught completely by surprise, he fell flat on his back loudly, and heads turned to see what had happened. Among those heads, Vincent noted with a special kind of horror, was Yuffie. The evil grin spread across her face. Vincent picked himself up. He tried his level best to act as though it had been someone else who had walked straight into a thick, stone pillar.
There was a silent sound of tittering behind him. Yuffie laughed out loud. Vincent paraded around the still very scary shop blushing. Several people passed him by but he was too busy trying to put as many rooms as possible between him and Yuffie. He could still hear her laughter ring in his ears. For the first time in absolute ages, Vincent felt terribly stupid.
He rounded a corner and a surge of relief rushed through him. He had escaped Yuffie, navigated himself away from the teenagers section, and successfully found some clothes that he didn't feel the urge to spit on. A leather jacket caught his eye. Checking it out briefly, he grabbed it. Then, looking around guiltily, he inspected it further. It gleamed slightly in the light. He smiled happily. SOME things of his generation had survived. His quick, ruby eyes scanned the area for a changing room. He spotted them in a corner. He was about to go towards them when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"Smooth move, Vinnie!"
Vincent froze. Turning around slowly, he looked at the speaker.
Yuffie!
"Never seen ANYONE walk into a pillar, maybe you could start a new sport?" She laughed.
Vincent gulped. Silence. It had kept him alive for years and it wasn't about to kill him now. Hopefully.
"Now zen, vat iz ze Vinnie looking for?" She said, suddenly lunging for the jacket. She gave it a critical eye.
Vincent grabbed it back and turned to look for a pair of pants he liked. Yuffie latched onto his arm and allowed herself to be dragged along. Vincent tried to pry her loose with his human hand. She held stubbornly on. Then he tried the subtle approach.
"What?" He asked.
"Find anythin' ya like?" She asked mischievously.
Vincent was unsure about what to say. It seemed like a trap. A nasty one too.
"Err, no." He said finally.
Then, Yuffie began the dragging again. She grabbed at nearly anything that came within range of her free hand. Pants, shirts, sweaters, all fell into the grasp of Yuffie. Vincent was beginning to look worried.
"Umm, who's all that for?" He knew the answer, but he needed to be sure.
"You!" Yuffie said with an evil chuckle.
Vincent groaned internally. Yuffie sat down momentarily to rummage through her smile pile of clothes. She picked up individual garments and paused once and while to say things like "Where did THAT come from?" "This would SO cute on you, Vinnie!"
Vincent himself was not interested in being, cute. Along with the flirting business, it was enough to make him shiver in fear. Badly.
Yuffie emerged from her pile carrying a few shirts and pants. She threw them at him and pointed to the changing room. Vincent took the hint and left. Yuffie followed silently, with a huge grin on her face. Vincent pulled up the door and closed it behind him. He undid his cape and dropped to the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and searched the relatively smaller mound of clothes. He pulled out a black-gray shirt that he nodded approvingly at. It was pulled onto him. He picked up the jacket again. He took some time to admire it, then slid his arms into it. He pulled his shoes off with much difficulty. The pants were next. Again, he rummaged through the mound for something acceptable. Jeans, tight jeans, a soft yet embarrassing pair of pants. At last he came to rest on a pair loose, black pants, which, like the jacket reflected the light dimly. Then he pulled his shoes on again. He pushed the door open and walked out. Yuffie was already back with a fresh brand of clothes. She looked him up and down and nodded approvingly. She looked down at his boots and frowned.
"Those have gotta go."
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Five hours later Yuffie led Vincent, who was laden down with a veritable mountain of clothes, into their room. He threw them down on the floor. Yuffie had forced him to take off his "tattered rags", as she called them, and put on some new clothes. He had chosen the first clothes he had tried on. Yuffie had frowned at his choice of colors, but he really didn't care. Too much anyway. But there was something that was troubling him.
"Yuffie, where are we going to put all this?"
Yuffie, who was never short of an answer, soothed him with her suspiciously silky words.
"Don't worry, Vinnie. We can steal the buggy, it has enough room."
Vincent listened more to the tone than the words.
"Oh, alright."
He began folding his part of the clothes. Suddenly a voice at the back at the back of his mind shouted something about ethics and morals. Another reminded him that the buggy was hideous.
"WAIT!"
"What?" Yuffie said indignantly.
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"THIS IS WRONG."
"WE DO NOT NEED THE GIRL."
"IF SHE SUCCEEDS, WE WILL HAVE TO LEAVE!"
Chaos listened to all this, and he agreed on all terms, but he knew they were wrong.
"WE NEED THE GIRL, AND IF WE CAN ELIMINATE THE BEAST WE HAVE CREATED, IT IS WORTH IT. EVEN IF WE DO LEAVE THE MASTER, IT CAN ONLY BE A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE ANOTHER HUMAN DOES THE SAME EXPERIMENT ON ANOTHER HUMAN."
"STILL, HOW CAN A HUMAN HELP US?"
Chaos sighed, or had the thought of sighing, as he had no form in the mind of Vincent Valentine.
"WE TRIED TO GET VINCENT TO HATE, APPARENTLY WE HAVE SUCCEEDED WITH OVERKILL. HE IS HATE."
"WHAT?"
"HE IS THE HATE THAT WE WANTED THE MASTER TO FEEL."
"THAT YOU WANTED THE MASTER TO FEEL."
Demons weren't capable of lengthy thinking, but they knew an insult when they heard them.
"THE EYES. REMEMBER THE EYES."
"OH YES, THE EYES. THE EYES THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO US, BUT THE ONES YOU WANTED TO BE DESTROYED."
Chaos snarled something in the ancient tongue of demons.
"HUH, THAT IS A DEAD LANGUAGE. AS DEAD AS JAZA NA, THE COMRADE YOU KILLED."
"HE MUST HAVE FOUND A SUITABLE BODY BY NOW."
"BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT YOU KILLED HIM."
"My, you are trechuroussss, aren't you?"
Chaos was by now in a fiery rage.
"I AM YOUR CREATOR, SILENCE!"
"You are not our creator, we are the massssterssss child!"
"SILENCE."
"We will give you that you right on one point. We are Hate. It is our name. We are the massster. He is the creator. He is Hate. You are the destroyer. You are Hate. We are Hate."
The hissing cackle rang out in the mind of Chaos.
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I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read and review this story. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!! Your reviews have been very motivating and. stuff. Anyway, the story's back in business, but now that school started AGAIN it'll take a bit more time.
Chapter XV: Decisive mistakes.
Vincent was once again dragged into a stumbling walk beside Yuffie, who had checked her regard for Vincent at the Cabaret. His boots clinked silently on the pavement as he franticly struggled to keep from falling. He glanced hopefully at Yuffie.
"Where are we going?"
"'Round in circles, I think."
Vincent thought about this. It suddenly struck him as VERY wrong.
"Err. can we pick one direction keep going there?"
Yuffie snorted.
"Gawd no, what fun would that be?" She giggled. "We might get something done, wouldn't we?"
Vincent, with his one-track mind, didn't quite get this. To avoid embarrassment he merely sighed.
He was suddenly jerked into a shop called "Suits", which had an ace card as a logo. Yuffie immediately set off to raid the store with a mischievous grin from ear to ear. Vincent regarded the store with a strange interest. He hadn't been in a clothe shop for. A very long time.
His crimson eyes prowled the shelves for something that he liked. He was tempted to sneer at what he saw. Very tempted.
Until he realized that he was in the teenager section.
He nearly ran away in anticipation of how he would be harassed by Yuffie.
He roamed aimlessly around the store in hope of finding something from his general era. The woman's section lay ominously close to where he stood. He saw a elderly man shuffle past him. After a short mental discussion with imaginary self's he decided to follow him. Better to follow someone who knows where he's going.
The scarlet cape swirled as Vincent prowled after relic of a man. Vincent couldn't help but wonder at his age. Sixty? Sixty-five? My age at the least, he thought. From there his mind wandered to Hojo. This time he DID sneer. Hatefully.
While he was caught up in his own thoughts, the old man turned sharply to the right. Vincent continued walking straight forward. A pillar "magically" appeared in front of him.
Caught completely by surprise, he fell flat on his back loudly, and heads turned to see what had happened. Among those heads, Vincent noted with a special kind of horror, was Yuffie. The evil grin spread across her face. Vincent picked himself up. He tried his level best to act as though it had been someone else who had walked straight into a thick, stone pillar.
There was a silent sound of tittering behind him. Yuffie laughed out loud. Vincent paraded around the still very scary shop blushing. Several people passed him by but he was too busy trying to put as many rooms as possible between him and Yuffie. He could still hear her laughter ring in his ears. For the first time in absolute ages, Vincent felt terribly stupid.
He rounded a corner and a surge of relief rushed through him. He had escaped Yuffie, navigated himself away from the teenagers section, and successfully found some clothes that he didn't feel the urge to spit on. A leather jacket caught his eye. Checking it out briefly, he grabbed it. Then, looking around guiltily, he inspected it further. It gleamed slightly in the light. He smiled happily. SOME things of his generation had survived. His quick, ruby eyes scanned the area for a changing room. He spotted them in a corner. He was about to go towards them when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"Smooth move, Vinnie!"
Vincent froze. Turning around slowly, he looked at the speaker.
Yuffie!
"Never seen ANYONE walk into a pillar, maybe you could start a new sport?" She laughed.
Vincent gulped. Silence. It had kept him alive for years and it wasn't about to kill him now. Hopefully.
"Now zen, vat iz ze Vinnie looking for?" She said, suddenly lunging for the jacket. She gave it a critical eye.
Vincent grabbed it back and turned to look for a pair of pants he liked. Yuffie latched onto his arm and allowed herself to be dragged along. Vincent tried to pry her loose with his human hand. She held stubbornly on. Then he tried the subtle approach.
"What?" He asked.
"Find anythin' ya like?" She asked mischievously.
Vincent was unsure about what to say. It seemed like a trap. A nasty one too.
"Err, no." He said finally.
Then, Yuffie began the dragging again. She grabbed at nearly anything that came within range of her free hand. Pants, shirts, sweaters, all fell into the grasp of Yuffie. Vincent was beginning to look worried.
"Umm, who's all that for?" He knew the answer, but he needed to be sure.
"You!" Yuffie said with an evil chuckle.
Vincent groaned internally. Yuffie sat down momentarily to rummage through her smile pile of clothes. She picked up individual garments and paused once and while to say things like "Where did THAT come from?" "This would SO cute on you, Vinnie!"
Vincent himself was not interested in being, cute. Along with the flirting business, it was enough to make him shiver in fear. Badly.
Yuffie emerged from her pile carrying a few shirts and pants. She threw them at him and pointed to the changing room. Vincent took the hint and left. Yuffie followed silently, with a huge grin on her face. Vincent pulled up the door and closed it behind him. He undid his cape and dropped to the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and searched the relatively smaller mound of clothes. He pulled out a black-gray shirt that he nodded approvingly at. It was pulled onto him. He picked up the jacket again. He took some time to admire it, then slid his arms into it. He pulled his shoes off with much difficulty. The pants were next. Again, he rummaged through the mound for something acceptable. Jeans, tight jeans, a soft yet embarrassing pair of pants. At last he came to rest on a pair loose, black pants, which, like the jacket reflected the light dimly. Then he pulled his shoes on again. He pushed the door open and walked out. Yuffie was already back with a fresh brand of clothes. She looked him up and down and nodded approvingly. She looked down at his boots and frowned.
"Those have gotta go."
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Five hours later Yuffie led Vincent, who was laden down with a veritable mountain of clothes, into their room. He threw them down on the floor. Yuffie had forced him to take off his "tattered rags", as she called them, and put on some new clothes. He had chosen the first clothes he had tried on. Yuffie had frowned at his choice of colors, but he really didn't care. Too much anyway. But there was something that was troubling him.
"Yuffie, where are we going to put all this?"
Yuffie, who was never short of an answer, soothed him with her suspiciously silky words.
"Don't worry, Vinnie. We can steal the buggy, it has enough room."
Vincent listened more to the tone than the words.
"Oh, alright."
He began folding his part of the clothes. Suddenly a voice at the back at the back of his mind shouted something about ethics and morals. Another reminded him that the buggy was hideous.
"WAIT!"
"What?" Yuffie said indignantly.
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"THIS IS WRONG."
"WE DO NOT NEED THE GIRL."
"IF SHE SUCCEEDS, WE WILL HAVE TO LEAVE!"
Chaos listened to all this, and he agreed on all terms, but he knew they were wrong.
"WE NEED THE GIRL, AND IF WE CAN ELIMINATE THE BEAST WE HAVE CREATED, IT IS WORTH IT. EVEN IF WE DO LEAVE THE MASTER, IT CAN ONLY BE A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE ANOTHER HUMAN DOES THE SAME EXPERIMENT ON ANOTHER HUMAN."
"STILL, HOW CAN A HUMAN HELP US?"
Chaos sighed, or had the thought of sighing, as he had no form in the mind of Vincent Valentine.
"WE TRIED TO GET VINCENT TO HATE, APPARENTLY WE HAVE SUCCEEDED WITH OVERKILL. HE IS HATE."
"WHAT?"
"HE IS THE HATE THAT WE WANTED THE MASTER TO FEEL."
"THAT YOU WANTED THE MASTER TO FEEL."
Demons weren't capable of lengthy thinking, but they knew an insult when they heard them.
"THE EYES. REMEMBER THE EYES."
"OH YES, THE EYES. THE EYES THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO US, BUT THE ONES YOU WANTED TO BE DESTROYED."
Chaos snarled something in the ancient tongue of demons.
"HUH, THAT IS A DEAD LANGUAGE. AS DEAD AS JAZA NA, THE COMRADE YOU KILLED."
"HE MUST HAVE FOUND A SUITABLE BODY BY NOW."
"BUT THE FACT REMAINS THAT YOU KILLED HIM."
"My, you are trechuroussss, aren't you?"
Chaos was by now in a fiery rage.
"I AM YOUR CREATOR, SILENCE!"
"You are not our creator, we are the massssterssss child!"
"SILENCE."
"We will give you that you right on one point. We are Hate. It is our name. We are the massster. He is the creator. He is Hate. You are the destroyer. You are Hate. We are Hate."
The hissing cackle rang out in the mind of Chaos.
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I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read and review this story. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!! Your reviews have been very motivating and. stuff. Anyway, the story's back in business, but now that school started AGAIN it'll take a bit more time.